2005-07-29 - 8:59 p.m.
And so the Phantom wandered out in the warm air of the courtyard. August nights are so nice... but there was a slight fear eating at her soul. Iggle Star was still there shining ever so brightly, but he could not find those she sought. WHERE are they....? There is this thing that goes on in the mind. Some people call it denial. Some call it a phobia. Oh everything is okay, things have just been busy or I know there was a car wreck! Both have their ways of seeping into the soul until it is the only thought and all else drifts by and things are left undone. It was one of those times. Then a leaf tumbled by. Maaaaaaybe it was just time to gather leaves. Busy work would ease the worries, there would be a safe place to hide, and Greenie could have a snack while the old one slept her worries away. Now, where did the rake get to....
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